Boasts And Toasts On Coasts Of A Crippled Clan Poem by John Sensele

Hopes raised, hopes dashed
Promises made, promises broken
Resolutions taken, resolutions hushed
Words spoken, words striving to awaken

Relationships built, relationships undone
Unions consolidated, unions shattered
Freedoms dreamt, freedoms forgone
Futures planned, futures battered

In religion, in social status
Where intrigue and fatigue entwine
With loud voices sacrificing Brutus
Staring defeat in the eye at the hands of tycoons who decline

To listen to reason
Beating their chests in pomp and splendor
In every imaginable season
Where hopes and dreams die in a blender

Whose desire supercedes a mortal's will
In dreams screaming murder in high celerity streams
Where consciousness and haziness spill
Pots of hope, clots of freedoms in reams

That cry for sanity to return
For cool heads to restore God's plan
Marred, tarred, scarred by unsoiled hands and brands that burn
Everything clean in a crippled clan.